C hrist child
H eaven sent
R edeemer
I mmanuel
S lain Lamb
T rustworthy
M ediator
A wesome
S avior
Have a blessed Christmas
C hrist child
H eaven sent
R edeemer
I mmanuel
S lain Lamb
T rustworthy
M ediator
A wesome
S avior
Have a blessed Christmas

The bare, winter tree stands like a sentinel outside my window. I see it every morning as it glows in the beams of the rising sun. During the summer, it was covered with leaves, and I loved seeing it whenever I was in my room. However, fall came and it yielded its green covering to the wind and weather.
But I still love it! Yesterday, it a lone bird, I think a cardinal, perched in its top branch for a few minutes. Then he flew off and suddenly several other birds flew into the bare branches and sat for awhile. What a treat to watch them descend into its branches and perch there. in the summer, I can’t see them sitting there.
As I watch the sun turn the horizon and my tree into gold every morning, I think of how God often compares His people to trees. I am meant to bear fruit, but there are times I feel like that tree, barren of anything that looks worth anything. However, like that tree, golden red in the dawn, I may not feel beautiful, but when God’s light in Jesus shines on me, I reflect His beauty. And that is far superior to anything I may show forth.
Christmas is not far away. Sometimes, perhaps most of the time, I try hard to find gifts that people will value. It isn’t an easy task. Eleven years ago, one of my daughters put to use her creative talents and blessed my husband and me with a very unique gift. It was the best Christmas present she could have given us!
Her boys were 4, 18 months, and 2 weeks. I still have that present on my bed.


We have two house kittens. They have never been outside. They are brothers and they love people. Recently we bought a new screen door so when the day was pleasant, I opened the door so the day could shine into the house. I couldn’t catch the picture of them both looking out the door, watching the chickens, Reginald G.P. Cuddles and Henrietta, they hadn’t seen before. I did however catch the picture of Sylvester looking out the door, while Marmelade kept grabbing his tail.
Hello at last! It feels like forever since I have been on my blog. For those who have left comments that have not been responded to, please forgive me. I think adjustments to homeschooling and life with four active grandchildren (as well as healing from a bacterial infection which caused lots of coughing and restless nights) are working to give me more time for my personal pursuits, like blogging.
On weekday mornings, I take my homeschooled boy to band with his french horn to the middle school. It is a gift from the Lord to drive down the tree -lined country roads. When the trees on the main road give way to farm lands (the trees still line the horizon), it is still lovely. It is a refreshing time to drive to and from and to spend the fifty waiting minutes to read or go to the nearby Kroger market to pick up items I or the family might need. Twice a week, we have PE, swimming at the YMCA.
As I take stock of my life with my family, I see I am blessed in all things, even in the needed work on my little car. God is good; all things go through His sovereign hand out of His love for me. I can trust Him in all things.
May God give you a good day and strengthen you in the bad.

Mr. Reginald Gray Peeps Cuddles is quite a character with his feathery legs and his regal appearance. Until a few weeks ago, there were several hens and one more rooster. However, my family sold all of them except Mr. Cuddles and his friend, Henrietta. Chickens are social creatures and since all their friends have gone away, they have just each other and we always see them together.

How did Mr. Cuddles get his name? When he was a “Gray Peep,” he was the favorite of my 5-year-old grandson. Nathanael would catch him and hold him (which led to the name Mr. Cuddles); he loved his gray peep dearly. Mr. Cuddles doesn’t often get cuddled now, but Nathanael loves him dearly still. When the other chickens were finding new homes, we couldn’t bear to part with this family “pet.” Mr. Cuddles got to stay and since Henrietta didn’t find a new home, she got to stay, too.
Mr. Cuddles’ first name, Reginald? It just fit his regal (or is it pompous?) bearing.
We are more than a year away from the presidental election. Here is some interesting information about one candidate. Is he the one we want for president?
CAMPAIGN 2016 | A presidential candidate’s promise and pretense reach a new level
Source: WORLD | An arrogant blowhard | Joel Belz | Sept. 19, 2015
ABORTION | Planned Parenthood abortion videos stir fresh controversy, but reproductive violence has a long history in America, with many dark chapters
The school year has started and I have begun homeschooling my 6th grade grandson. I do enjoy it. However, the technology involved with having his school online has taken time for both of us (especially Grandma) to get used to! But I think we at last have it under control! He is a good student and tries hard to do what he needs to do. It seems he is enjoying homeschooling versus sitting in a classroom all day. And I am enjoying his company.
| by JP Arceno
A place for those who deeply want the words of scripture to take root not only in the big areas of their life but also in the margins of everything they do.
Christian Blog
Stumbling through life one word at a time...
Queer speculative fiction writer sharing original works, fantasy novel updates, and insightful book reviews from the genre.
My past has shaped me, but I am greater than the sum of my experiences. I am my own creation.
Modern Museum of the Mind and Spirit!
Beautifully Broken, Perfectly Imperfect
love, christ, God, devotionals ,bible studies ,blog, blogging, salvation family,vacations places pictures marriage, , daily devotional, christian fellowship Holy Spirit Evangelists
spiritual enlightenment and self improvement
BY GRACE THROUGH FAITH
Ina Vukic - Croatia: people, politics, history, economy, transition from communism to democracy
My life from the farm, to family, to faith.
Jagah Dil Mein Honi Chahiye- Stories Have A Life Of Their Own
Inspirational Reflections on God and His Word
learning to just be
Just trying to figure out this life thing, with God as our anchor!